Well I can relate a bit. My mother moved us away from my "Dad" when I was 3 mos. He was a cocaine addict and a smuggler. Never met my dad, he died of an overdose when I was 5. My mom remarried and fought tooth and nail to give me the best shot at a normal life. I don't know if I can ever forgive my dad for allowing his addiction beat knowing me, but am forever grateful my mom had the courage to leave. Unfortunately I got his genes and am an addict myself w/ a child. That is one of the biggest inspirations I use to get sober, I will NOT be like my dad! Don't know if this helps at all, but be grateful for all you have and never look back, only ahead, that's what I'm trying to do, Peace!